Erik tosses and turns long enough that he grows tired of staying in the same place as long as he has. He digs through the small satchel of possessions he keeps, unearthing cigarettes and his lighter before he escapes to the roof in order to smoke, something he tries not to do too often. It's a weak habit to need constantly, but good enough for a distraction.

And besides, it's something to do that isn't sleeping.